Poetic-Verses
VICTORY: THOUGHTS ME ASKS WHY
I've fought and bought the land;
My pampered life! No one around!
Concludes my daily cries;
A foregone harm! A foregone harm!
I've forced my bolts but out;
Too, made doors part! Too, made doors part!
Collapsing to the ground
The super ranks! The best of ranks!
Bring my eleven bangs!
Three men shall be, one shall but not;
The other shall be healed;
The third but healed! The third but kept!
Waken my mangled part;
Offer my prize! Calculate my prize!
A happy tearless man;
Surround my being with army ranks.
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VICTORY: THOUGHTS ME ASKS WHY
VICTORY: THOUGHTS ME ASKS WHY